"Dammit, I've
staged plenty of shows in which a man asked a girl to marry him, and
they were all phoney. It's different, now that _I_ mean it! What's a
good way to ask you to marry me?"
Babs looked momentarily up into his face. She smiled ever so faintly.
"They're watching us from the ports," she said. "If you want my
viewpoint--If we were to wave to them that we'll be right back, we can
get some more of those fruits I cooked. It might be interesting to have
some to show them."
He scowled more deeply than before.
"I'm sorry you feel that way. But if that's it--"
"And on the way," said Babs. "When they're not watching, you might kiss
me."
They had a considerable pile of the red-fleshed fruits ready when the
ground had cooled enough for them to reach the landing-sling.
Once aboard the ship, Cochrane headed for the control-room, with Jamison
and Bell tagging after him. Bell had an argument.
"But the volcano's calmed down--there's only a wall of steam where the
lava hit the glaciers--and we could fix up a story in a couple of hours!
I've got background shots! You and Babs could make the story-scenes and
we'd have a castaway story! Perfect! The first true castaway story from
the stars--.
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